Terra Tropica
Stork tentatively stuck a toe out of the Condor, his eyes darting frantically around the cheerful, sunny atmosphere of Terra Tropica.
"C'mon Stork!" Finn hollered, already waist-high in the water. "Just relax!"
Relax? RELAX?!
"Water…" Stork muttered feverishly. "Drowning…death…doom."
"People!" He whimpered, beginning to hyperventilate. "Claustrophobia…danger…doom."
"Sand! Trouble…and doom."
Seagulls flew overhead. Caw, caw.
"Seagulls…" Stork whispered dramatically, his eyes twitching. "Safety hazards…disasters—"
Plop.
Stork rubbed his mindworm helmet cautiously.
Black and white mush.
Caw, caw.
Doom.